"Give a word for the hope that is in us,"
Each loving disciple will ask,
"For therein lies the faith that will win us,
And aid us each day in our task."
It is well that thy words are our pillows,
While here on this troublesome main,
For as we sail over the billows,
Black doubt comes again and again.
But when we are past all disaster,
In Harmony's broad, inland sea, —
Within the Christ-heart of our Master, —
No storm and no doubt can there be.
